I am so inspired by the quiet beauty of the morning. I often feel led to write poems at the first light of the day. I hope you don't get bored with this topic. It just moves me in a spiritual way! (Hey, that rhymed...and I didn't even plan it! teehee)
The Quiet of the Morning
I love the quiet of the morning
When the world is hushed and still
Peaceful silence all around me
Darkness starts to raise its veil
Watching as the sun comes peeking
Slowly from the dark abyss
Colors dawn the far horizon
Leaving views I dare not miss
Birds awaken with soft chorus
As if they’re singing just for Him
Or so it seems on this glad morning
As they warble reverent Hymns
There’s a squirrel at work already
Climbing up the nearest branch
Putting something in his nest
So high up it blocks my glance
One by one the houses waken
Lights go on and noise occurs
They come to life and steal the silence
Filling space with busy blurs
So much for the tranquil moments
That the quiet morning brought
It quickly flees until the morrow
Leaving me with precious thought
Thoughts of how my dear Creator
Brings the morning… new each day
Dew filled grass and hazy splendor
Comes alive as if to pray
Trees start swaying in the breezes
Lifting arms in wordless praise
Light shines on the plants and flowers
As if they’re on center stage
Morning ushered in this glory
The beauty of the Master’s day
He raised the curtain and the actors
Take their bows and start their play
Act one is titled…Quiet Morning
And there’s a hush around the room
“Bravo” they shout when Act one closes
“Magnificent”…they clap and swoon
I see this all played out before me
As I gaze upon the fading moon
He presents the quiet morning
And orchestrates each lovely sound
I stand and give Him my ovation
As my heart bows to the ground
Linda Hogeland November 2009
